PDA. It doesn’t look so bad when you read it- just three simple letters minding their own business, respectfully keeping their appendages to themselves, and not really doing anything to disturb you. But when these letters are taken off the page and are brought into reality, they can get ugly real fast, as I’m sure you can attest.

Unfortunately, witnessing and putting up with large amounts of PDA on an almost day-to-day basis is one of the more negative aspects of a bartending job. Which leads me to the question: why do people, or should I say, “sloppy drunks,” choose to engage in these public displays of affection?

Is it to 1) show off how hot and steamy their relationship is?
Is it to 2) make you writhe with jealousy?
Is it because 3) their unbridled love is so passionate that it cannot wait till later on?
Or is it because 4) they are wasted and aren’t really thinking about the world outside of them?

Where does this desire to distastefully exhibit your love to the world around you stem from?

In response to question 1, if a couple is engaging in PDA to show how hot and steamy their relationship is, they have many, many issues. First off, if there relationship is so hot and steamy, there really shouldn’t have been any reason for them to leave their room to start with. And in addition, if the couple would rather make out and grope each other instead of having conversation and enjoying each other’s company, it probably follows that they don’t have a lot of things to say to each other and are more than likely relying on lust to keep their relationship going. Click here to read more…

When I think of the term “getting stood up” I instantly picture a single female, sitting alone in a restaurant at a dining table, awaiting the arrival of some male who committed to meeting her there with the promise of a good time (and a potential marriage no doubt) who never actually makes an appearance. Click here to read more…

It’s Halloween night, you’re out with the girls and you spot the world’s most attractive vampire across the room – and no, it’s not Robert Pattinson. This vampire doesn’t glitter at all…and he is hot. Two pumpkin beers later and you’ve discovered that not only is the bloodsucker an equally good facesucker, he really knows how to put his fangs to good use. Click here to read more…

It was purely carnal; we used each other’s bodies to get off and then discovered the chemistry wasn’t there, we didn’t fit quite right, or we loathed each other after we came. He didn’t call. Whew. I’m relieved to not have to deal with a messy tangle of unrequited emotions, or the awkward ensuing dialogue. In those instances, the process of unraveling my own self-judgments, reevaluating my aqueous boundaries and reigning in my historically troublesome lust takes precedence, and I’m happy to have the space to deal with them on my own. Click here to read more…

You’ve heard or experienced blind date horror stories. You know, the time when you walked into the restaurant and the girl you were meeting had a thicker mustache than you. Or, the time when the new guy you had plans with decided to invite his mother. There was also that other time that you discovered that Devon from the dating website, a charmer from across town, was actually a tranny. Click here to read more…

What happened to wooing? Two words: “Jersey Shore.” On a recent episode, the Situation was all a flutter (as “a flutter” as he can be) over a girl he just met in a Miami nightclub. As a way of sharing personal information the girl said, “I’m from Canada.” To which the Situation replied by lifting up his shirt so she could see his abs. No need to tell her anything else. Is this the new way to woo? If so, there’s going to be a lot of guys in serious trouble. Click here to read more…

“Hey, I’m at the bar with the guys, do you want to meet up with us for happy hour?” he texts, while sitting at the bar just after ordering his first drink. “Sure, I’ll be there in a little, just give me a few minutes to get ready,” she texts back.

Despite the blunt title, the book is ultimately a non-fiction story about: life, love, human nature and, most important, respect. The man who inspired the rather raunchy title died tragically and in an untimely manner just as the book was being about to be published.

Ironically, he died as a result of not respecting himself. His death was beyond sad.

About Jennifer

I have created this blog and social dating community to turn negative dating experiences into positive ones. In fact, it’s the exact opposite of what the name implies. It was my own life’s multiple combo plate of bad date experiences that inspired me to create this supportive community. In the midst of my own search […]